plagued by lethargy i am led through the internet
by an unseen monarch whose name is Boredom
until i go cross eyed
what does the good king Boredom seek?
not wenches or jesters or feasts to quaff.
the good king Boredom seeks to cease
but it isn't as easy as that
a battle looms...
Boredom rallies his armies with the deafening cry of a tyrant with a cause
and we descend with the dull and vacant hum of somebody who has work in the morning
storming the gates of the internet
we google things and browse youtube
we play meaningless games
and curse our broadband.
all while scrolling through a virtual popularity contest
a bottomless cesspit full of our hobbies, our thoughts, and pictures of us on holiday
we sit and judge eachother
the stench of jealousy and false smugness hang in the air
facebook is indeed, the great masquerade of our generation.
a battle ends
no wars are won
still the good king stands tall
still he looms. we are enthralled.
and so the cycle continues,
a swirling void of
acronyms and bigotry
of arguments and fallacies
no empathy, all lies.
stopping us from doing anything productive
or real
and like lambs to the slaughter
we are sent to our doom
by the good king Boredom
his cause is just, but he'll never learn
take advice from myself,
and instead of spending time doing something useless
find an outlet for your creativity
i ****** out a load of hyperbole
and here i am now
free of the Good Kings reign
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
plagued by lethargy i am led through the internet
by an unseen monarch whose name is Boredom
until i go cross eyed
what does the good king Boredom seek?
not wenches or jesters or feasts to quaff.
the good king Boredom seeks to cease
but it isn't as easy as that
a battle looms...
Boredom rallies his armies with the deafening cry of a tyrant with a cause
and we descend with the dull and vacant hum of somebody who has work in the morning
storming the gates of the internet
we google things and browse youtube
we play meaningless games
and curse our broadband.
all while scrolling through a virtual popularity contest
a bottomless cesspit full of our hobbies, our thoughts, and pictures of us on holiday
we sit and judge eachother
the stench of jealousy and false smugness hang in the air
facebook is indeed, the great masquerade of our generation.
a battle ends
no wars are won
still the good king stands tall
still he looms. we are enthralled.
and so the cycle continues,
a swirling void of
acronyms and bigotry
of arguments and fallacies
no empathy, all lies.
stopping us from doing anything productive
or real
and like lambs to the slaughter
we are sent to our doom
by the good king Boredom
his cause is just, but he'll never learn
take advice from myself,
and instead of spending time doing something useless
find an outlet for your creativity
i ****** out a load of hyperbole
and here i am now
free of the Good Kings reign